One morning I woke up to have my breakfast, while I was in camp. I got myself a Styrofoam cup for my drink and a pack of food, and headed to grab a seat.

I'm not a morning person. Alright not really, except for the 4 hours after getting out of bed syndrome that I kind of have. It's a birth defect I assume. But once after that I'm become more of a lunatic.

So I'm basically still sleep walking and sleep eating and sleep-doing-whatever-shit I'm supposed to be doing at this point of time.

Picture me having my eyes half closed and walking like a zombie from place to place, with a wacky hairdo. Yes I know I look sexy. It's my very own 'out of bed look'. I should look into becoming a trendsetter and unleashing my creativity during Paris Fashion Week. Imagine models sloppily walking out with half opened eyes and some crazy hairdo that even hairstylists at Toni & Guy will not be able to do.

I know. Awesome right? Hmm...

Anyway back to my breakfast.

Well, as I was busy eating my food, some guys started to laugh at me. Usually I couldn't be bothered, but this lasted for more that 10secs. So I looked up at them with my bedroom eyes and asked what was the matter without mentioning a single word.

They said it was nothing. So I went back to eating my food, when they began laughing again. I was kinda pissed, thinking that maybe some prick managed to draw some crude artwork on my forehead while I was fast asleep. This time, I opened my mouth and asked if that was it. Somehow that wasn't it also.

Sloppy Jo was pissed by now, and so I demanded an answer. To which they replied, "Your cup dude. It looks fucking weird. Like it has some form of acne or something. It looks fugly."

Obviously that kind of shook me out of nevereverland where I was having tea with MJ.

All that laughing bull was because of a weird looking Styrofoam cup?

I decided to study my cup closely. My gosh it looked hideous. Like it had teeny weeny craters all over the place. Like some pimply face person.

I began to feel jealous.

Why out of all the people who would have to take a Styrofoam cup, did the ugly have to come to me? Was this all fate? Was this all Mj's fault, for entering my nevereverland and deciding to have tea with me? Has discrimination gotten out of hand, in which inanimate objects have to succumb to it too?

After moments of thinking about how the cup would actually feel-it being different and all- I decided that a group had to be set up to protect both the cup and it's user from all the humilation they would receive though the years. Well, that's the kind of things I end up thinking about when I'm Sloppy Jo.

Well, the moment it reached the 4 hour mark, I got up. Took my cup gently in my right hand and walked where all the other Styrofoam cups were. Gave my cup one final look before crushing it brutally and ending it's life there and then, and later tossing it into the big black coffin.

I took another cup, checked it to make sure it was beautiful like how everyone liked theirs to be and walked back to my seat, with a sense of regret...

because that cratery thing, did look beautiful to me.